In Chicago Again
Italian went okay. We talked for a full half-hour about what was going on. My teacher wished me a good trip.
I tried to nap, but couldn't. Zara was blissfully asleep next to me though. When I was loading the car, Zara was in the kitchen watching me run around, wondering what I was doing.
I made it okay to Chicago, although I hit some heavy rain part-way through. Mom is being kind of grumpy about my doing anything other than working on the house.
I'm really tired. I'm going to look online for a box for a mirror that Mom wants to take, read a little, then crash.